chapter 59

1608. Amsterville forest.

"Hey, Maya, gather the shrubs and go feed the horses." A fair-skinned woman with red lips and a rather large straw hat called from a small room opposite the big space meant to be a pub.

A tall, lanky girl showed up from the crowds standing in the room, some drunk and some still sober. It was still early night but she was full of chores already. Holding a tray of cups and punch wraps, her curly brown hair swayed behind her. Sleek eyebrows, full red lips, purple eyes, and beautiful curls for hair. The exact definition of a Spanish beauty. A Sansa band at the corner of the room was playing and men and women danced together, full of excitement but deep within them, they feared the coming tragedy.

The tragedy told of the destruction of their kinds. A rare phenomenon more dangerous than they have ever seen but could they survive? Absolutely not. They will be wiped out and not one of them would remain underground. If it happened that way, maybe her pain will be wip